"Delgaun also."
"I thought so," Stark said. He nodded, scowling at the barred moonlight
in the well. "There are things I must know, myself--but we'd best get
out of here. Did Berild send you?"
"Yes--as soon as she could get the key from Kynon. She is waiting for
you." She stirred Freka's body with her foot. "Bring that. We'll hide
it in the pit he meant for you."
Stark heaved the body over his shoulder and followed the girl through
a twisting maze of corridors, some pitch dark, some feebly lighted by
the moons. Fianna moved as surely as though she were in the main square
at high noon. There was the silence of death in these cold tunnels, and
the dry faint smell of eternity.